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III. 

EARLY  AMERICAN  POETRY 


A  POEM  AND  AN  ELEGY 


BY  COTTON  MATHER 


One  Hundred  Copies  printed  on  Hand-made  Paper. 
No..5.^... 


III. 


Early  American  Poetry 


A  POEM  AND  AN  ELEGY 


BY 


COTTON  MATHER 


BOSTON 

THE   CLUB   OF   ODD  VOLUMES 

1896 


Copyright,  1S9G, 
By  the  Club  of  Odd  Volumes. 


Sanibtrst'tg  ^irrgs: 
John  Wilson  and  Son,  Cambridge,  U.S.A. 


1JC 


CONTENTS. 


Page 

Preface  (James  F.  Hunnewell) 9 

Poem  on  Mr.  Urian  Oakes 15 

Elegy  on  Mr.  Nathanael  Collins 35 


MaG8581 


TWO   POEMS    BY   THE    REVEREND 
COTTON    MATHER. 

COTTON  MATHER  was  not  only  one  of 
the  most  distinguished  men  in  his  own 
time  and  place,  but  he  remains  known  as  one  of 
the  most  prominent  among  the  earlier  American 
authors.  Grandson  of  Richard,  a  well  known 
minister;  son  of  Increase,  who  was  more  eminent; 
born  February  12,  1663,  in  Boston;  graduate  of 
Harvard  in  1678,  —  he  had  a  busy  life  of  sixty- 
five  years,  throughout  all  of  it  maintaining  high 
position  in  his  native  land. 

Exceptionally  endowed,  learned,  and  industri- 
ous, interested  in  many  subjects,  and  with  a  wide 
acquaintance,  he  became  the  most  voluminous 
writer  in  the  Provincial  period.  Theologian, 
memorialist,  historian,  he  also  essayed,  in  his 
earlier  years,  to  be  a  poet.     Among  his  published 


lo        Introduction  to  two  Mather  Poems. 

works,  numbering  nearly  four  hundred,  two  are 
in  verse.  While  all  have  become  scarce  or  rare, 
these  two  may  be  considered  unique,  for  no  other 
copies  are  known.  In  the  present  series  of  the 
earliest  and  rarest  American  poems  it  seemed 
very  desirable  that  they  should  be  reproduced. 
They  were  owned  by  the  late  George  Brinley, 
of  Hartford,  and  when  Part  I.  of  his  library 
was  sold  in  1879,  they  were  bought  by  the  late 
C.  Fiske  Harris  for  his  probably  unrivalled  col- 
lection of  American  poetry,  now  belonging  to 
Brown  University  in  Providence.  The  writer, 
through  the  kindness  of  his  friend,  Reuben  A. 
Guild,  LL.D.,  librarian  emeritus,  and  the  cour- 
tesy of  the  librarian  and  authorities,  was  enabled 
to  procure  written  copies.  These  were  very 
carefully  made  by  an  expert,  Miss  Georgiana 
Guild,  who  has  also  read  the  printer's  proofs  from 
the  originals,  so  that  they  are  accurately  shown 
here,  page  for  page,  and  line  for  line,  in  their 
pristine  incorrectness  of  type  and  peculiarity 
of   composition. 

Whatever  may  be  thought  of  their  literary  or 
other  value,  or  lack  of   it,  they  show  the  very 


Introduction  to  two  Mather  Poems.        1 1 

early  work  of  their  author,  and  what  at  their 
date  and  birthplace  was  supposed  to  be  fit  offer- 
ing to  the  Muses  and  tribute  to  the  honored 
dead.  No  works  could  now  be  rarer,  few  more 
curious  —  or  harder  to  read.  Like  some  of  the 
stones  in  our  old  burial-grounds,  they  should 
be  preserved  and  made  more  widely  known  for 
just  what  they  are,  since  they  are  among  the  few 
monuments  dating  from  the  spring-time  and 
planting  of  a  great  nation. 

When  aged  only  twenty-two.  Cotton  Mather 
became  a  colleague  with  his  father  in  the  North 
Church,  Boston,  and  he  died  its  senior  pastor. 
Through  his  pastorate  of  more  than  forty  years 
his  labor  and  influence  were  notable  in  all  the 
phases  of  life  and  thought.  Like  other  men  of 
marked  individuality  and  of  prominence,  he  has 
been  a  subject  of  opinions  diverse  and  even 
partisan.  One  fact,  however,  is  notable :  the 
works  of  scarcely  an  author  in  our  language 
since  Shakespeare  are  now  sought  with  more 
zeal,  or  at  higher  prices.  To  the  collector  he 
has  a  special  interest,  for  he  was  himself  a 
collector,  as  well  as   scholar.     He  added  much 


12         Introduction  to  two  Mather  Poems. 

to  a  family  library  that  was  one  of  the  three 
best  in  Provincial  New  England,  and  that  was 
inherited  and  long  kept  by  his  son.  Many  hun- 
dreds of  its  volumes  are  still  preserved  by  the 
American  Antiquarian  Society;  more  of  them 
have  had  a  fate  mysterious  or  unknown. 

The  two  works  reproduced  in  this  volume 
commemorate  two  ministers  who  were  in  their 
time  prominent  in  New  England. 

The  Reverend  Urian  Cakes,  who  was  born 
in  England  in  1631,  came  to  America  in  1634, 
and  graduated  at  Harvard  in  1649.  He  returned 
to  England,  where  he  was  a  preacher,  and  was 
silenced  in  1662.  Again  he  came  to  America, 
and  began  pastoral  labor  in  the  church  at  Cam- 
bridge, November,  167 1,  where  he  was  installed 
February  3,  1680.  From  April,  1675  to  1679, 
he  superintended  Harvard  College,  and  then 
was  its  president  until  his  death  in  Cambridge, 
July  25,  1 68 1.  Cotton  Mather  thought  that  he 
was  a  "  faithful,  learned,  and  indefatigable "  pre- 
sident, and  Quincy  (I.  ^i^^-,  nearly  two  centuries 
later,  had  the  same  opinion.  He  was  also  a 
poet,  and  a  better  one  than  Mather.     His  Elegy 


Introduction  to  two  Mather  Poems.         13 

on  Shepard  far  surpasses  the  works  in  this  vol- 
ume, and,  it  is  proposed,  will  be  reproduced  in 
the  fourth  of  the  present  series. 

The  Reverend  Nathaniel  Collins  was  born  in 
Cambridge,  March  7,  1641-2,  and  graduated  at 
Harvard,  1660.  In  1668,  at  Middletown,  Con- 
necticut, he  was  ordained  the  first  minister  of 
a  church  with  "  ten  male  members  including 
himself."  The  meeting-house  was  "  twenty  feet 
square,  ten  feet  from  sill  to  plate,  and  .  .  .  en- 
closed with  palisades  for  a  safeguard  against  the 
Indians."  (Sibley,  II.  58.)  He  died  December 
28,  1684.  One  of  his  sons,  John,  married  Mary, 
a  daughter  of  the  regicide  Dixwell ;  another, 
Nathaniel,  was  the  first  minister  of  Enfield, 
Connecticut.      (Allen,    250.) 

JAS.   F.   HUNNEWELL. 


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J^OSTON  ^  NEyr-XNGZAtip, 
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TO    THE 

READER 

Worthies  to  Praife  is  a  Praife-worthy  thing  ; 
Chrift  did  it ;  and  will  do  it !    And  to  Sing 
The  Elogyes  of  Saints  departed  in 
The  Rhythm  of  Elegyes,  has  alwayes  been 
Efieemed  Reafon  !     David  bids  me  go 
My  Chrifiian  Reader\  and  like  him  do  fo. 

Cotton  Embalms  great  Hooker ;  Norton  Him ; 
And  Norton'i-  Herfe  dds  Poet-Wilfon  trim 
With  Verfes :  Mitchel  writes  a  Poem  on 
The  Death  of  Wilfon ;  and  when  Mitchel 's  gone, 
Shepard  with  ftiriral  Lamentations  gives 
Honour  to  Him :  and  at  his  Death  receives 
The  like  from  the  [Hke-Maro]  Lofty  Strain 
Of  admirable  Oakes !     IfJiould  be  vain 
To  thrust  into  that  gallant  Chorus  :  Pride 
Neer  made  mee  fuch  an  Icharus :  /  cryd 
(9/"  good  Exemples     [Ahimaaz  his  Thought^ 
How  if  I  fhould  run  after  them?     And  brought 
Thefe  as  a  Pattern,  and  a  Flea,  for  what 
/  do  ;  that  my  crofs  Reader  blame  me  not. 

But  why  fo  late?  my  N^nia's  y2?»^^  will  deem 
Both  out  of  Time,  a7id  Tune  !     To  fome  I feem 
Grief's  Refurrection  to  effay;  and  bee 
yust  like  the  Trojans  who  came  late  to  fee 

A2  And 


To  the  Reader  . 

And forrow  with  Tiberius !  —  Only  this 
Shall  be  Reply  d\     The  fond  Bookfeller  is 
Now  guilty  of  this  Papers  ravifliment 
When  long  fipprest :  Give  him  thy  D  if  content ! 
BOSTON.   Si?ice  Oakes  [as  Homer)  has  all  Places  Claim; 
Anagr.     Let  Boftoii  too  fovgct  its  Anagram ! 

SOB  NOT. 


Memoirs 


(I) 

Memoirs 

of  the  Life  and  Worth  : 

Lamentations 

for  the  Death,  and  Lofs 

of 
the  every  way  admirable 

Mr.   URIAN   OAKES. 

WEep  with  me,  Reader !     Never  Poet  had 
His  Quill  employ 'd  upon  a  Theme  fo  fad 
As  what  juft  Providence  (Grief  grumble  not) 
Do's  with  black  Warrant  Prefs  mee  to  !    O  what  ? 
This  !    OAKES  is  dead !    One  of  the  bittreft  Pills 
(Compounded  of  three  Mo7iofyllables) 
That  could  have  been  difpenfed!     Abfalom 
Sure  felt  not  more  Dijlrefs,  Death,  Danger,  come 

With  the  three  Darts  of  Joab  ! 

Blefl  ShadeX  an  Univerfal  Tax  of  Sorrow 
Thy  Country  ows  thee  !    Ah !  we  need  not  borrow 
The  Prceficas:  Say,  Oakes  is  dead\  and  there! 
There  is  enough  to  fqueefe  a  briny  Tear 
From  the  mofl  fhnty  Fli^it:  Once  at  the  Blow 
Of  Mo/es,  from  a  Rock  a  Stream  did  flow ; 
But  look !  th'  Almightyes  Rod  now  fmites  us  home 
Oh  !  what  Man  won't  a  Mourner  now  become? 

Dear 


(2) 

Dear  Saint !  I  cannot  but  thy  Herfe  bedew 
With  dropping  of  fome  Fiinral  Tears !     I  Rue 
Thy  Death  !     I  mull,  My  Father  \  Father !  fay, 
Our  Chariots  and  our  Horfemen  where  are  they  ? 
I  the  dumb  Son  of  Crce/us  'fore  mine  Eyes 
Have  fett,  and  will  cry  when  my  Father  dyes. 
Oh !  but  a  Ver/e  to  wait  upon  thy  Grave, 
A  Ver/e  our  Cujlome,  and  thy  Friends  will  have: 
And  mufl  I  bme  my  Tears?  ah!  fhall  \  fetter 
My  Grief,  by  ftudying  for  to  mourn  in  Metre} 
Mull  too  my  cloudy  Sorrows  rain  in  Tune, 
Diftilling  like  the  foftly  Showrs  of  yime} 
Alas !     My  Ephialtes  takes  me !     See  't ! 
I  ftrive  to  run,  but  then  I  want  my  feet. 
What  fliall  I  do  ?     Shall  I  go  invocate 
The  Mufes  to  mine  aid  ?     No  ;  That  I  hate ! 
The  fweet  New-England- Poet  rightly  faid, 
Mr.  M.  Wig-//  is  a  most  Unchriflian  Ufe  and  Trade 
/'r^/"^D.  d!  Of  fome  that  Chriflians  would  be  thought.     If  I 
Call'd  Help,  the  Mtifcs  mother  Memory 
Would  be  enough  :   He  that  Remembers  well 
The  Ufe  and  Lofs  of  Oakes,  will  grieve  his  fill. 
I  h'd  rather  pray,  that  Hee,  in  whofe  jull  Eyes 
The  Death  of  his  dear  Saints  mo^  preciofe  is, 
And  Hee  who  helped  David  to  bewail 
His  y on! than,  would  not  my  Endeavours  fail. 

A  fprightly  Effort  of  Poetic k  Fire 
Would  e'en  Tranfport  mee  to  a  mad  Delire : 
How  could  I  willi.  Oh !  that  the  nimble  Stm 
Of  thy  Ihort  Life  before  thy  Day  was  done 

Might 


(3) 

Might  backward  Ten  Degrees  have  moved !  or 
Oh  !  that  thy  Corps  might  but  have  chanced  for 
To  have  been  buried  near  ElifJias  bones \ 
Oh  !  that  the  Hand  which  rais'd  the  Widows  Son, 
Would  give  thee  to  thy  Friends  again !    But,  Fy ! 
That  Paffion  s  vain  !     To  fob,  Why  didst  thou  dy  ? 
Is  but  an  IriJJi  Note:  Death  won't  Reftore 
His  Stolen  Goods  till  Time  fhall  be  no  more. 

Shall  I  take  what  a  Prologue  Homer  hath 
Lett  mee  Relate  the  Heavenly  Powers  wrath  ?  Muviv,  Ofc. 

Or  fhall  I  rather  join  with  yeremie, 
And  o're  our  great  and  good  Jofiah  figh, 

0  that  my  Head  were  waters,  and  mine  Eyes 
A  fountain  were,  that  Hadadrimmons  Cryes 
Might  bubble  from  mee !     O  that  Day  and  Night 
For  the  Slain  of  my  People  weep  I  m,ight ! 

Ah !  why  delay  I  ?     Reader,  flep  with  mee, 
And  what  is  for  thee  on  Griefs  Table  fee 
Memoria  Prceteritorum.  is 
The  DifJi  I  call  thee  to :  Come  tafte  of  this. 
Oakes  was  \     Ah  !  miferable  word  !     But  what 
Hee  was.  Let  Never,  Never  be  forgot. 
Beleeve  mee  once.  It  were  a  worthy  thing 
Of  's  Life  and  Worth  a  large  Account  to  bring 
To  publick  View,  for  general  Benefit. 

1  would  effay  (with  Leave,  Good  Reader)  it, 
So  far  as  feet  will  carry  mee ;  but  know  it 

From  firft  to  laft,  Grief  never  made  good  Poet.  ovid. 

Hee  that  lasht  with  a  Rod  could  verfify, 
Attain'd,  and  could  pretend  far  more  than  I ! 

Short 


(4) 

Short  was  thy  Life\    Sweet  Saint!    &  quickly  run 
Thy  Race !    Thy  Work  was,  oh !  how  quickly  done ! 
Thy  Dayes  were  (David's  meafure)  but  a  Span; 
Five  Tens  of  Years  roll'd  fince  thy  Life  began. 
Thus  I  remember  a  Gi'-eek  Poet  Rhimes, 
They  zuhom  God  Loves  are  wont  to  dy  betimes. 
Thus  VVhit'ker,  Perkins,  Prejion,  Men  of  Note, 
Ay!  many  fuch,  Never  \.o  fifty  got. 
And  thus  (7?^^/^^/ New-England !)  many  Seers 
Have  left  us  in  the  akme  of  their  Years. 
Good  Soul !     Thy  Jefus  who  did  for  thee  dy, 
In  Heaven  longed  for  thy  Company. 
Non  Annis,  ^^d  let  thy  Life  be  meafur'd  by  thy  Deeds, 

fed  Factis  vt-  •'         -^  n       •  • 

vuftt  mortaks.  Not  by  thy  Tcars ;  Thy  Age  iirait  nothmg  needs. 
Divert,  My  Pen  !     Run  through  the  Zodiac 
Of  Oakes  his  Life:  And  caufe  I  knowledge  lack 
Of  mofl  Occurrents,  let  mee  now  and  then 
Snatch  at  a  Paffage  worthy  of  a  Pen. 

Our  Mother  England,  ev'n  a  Village  there 
{Fuller,  infert  it!)  did  this  Worthy  bear. 
Over  the  Ocean  in  his  Infancy 
His  Friends  with  him  into  New-England  ^y : 
Here,  while  a  lad,  almoft  a  miracle 
(As  I  have  heard  his  Aged  Father  tell) 
Sav'd  him  from  drowning  \n  a  River:   Hee 
Would  (guefs)  a  Miracle  and  Mofes  bee. 
Now  did  Sweet  Nature  in  him  fo  appear 
A  Ge7itlewoman  once  cry'd  out,  If  ere 
Good  Nature  could  bring  unto  Heave7i,  then 
Thofe  wings  would  thither  carry  Urian. 

Prompt 


(5) 

Prompt  Parts,  and  early  Piety  now  made 
Men  fay  of  him,  what  once  obfervers  faid 
Of  great  yohn  Baptiji,  and  of  Ambrofe  too, 
To  what  an  one  wilt  this  Jlrange  hif ant  grow} 
Her  Light  and  Cttp  did  happy  Harvard  giwo. 
Unto  him ;  and  from  her  he  did  receive 
His  Two  Degrees:  (A  double  Honozcr  to 
Thee  (Harvardl    Own  it\)  did  by  this  accrue !) 
So  being  furniflit  with  due  burniflit  Tods 
The  Armour  and  the  Treafure  of  the  Schools, 
To  Temple-woi^k  he  goes :  I  need  not  tell 
How  he  an  Hiram,  or  Bezaleel 
Did  there  approve  himfelf ;  I  'le  only  add 
Roxbury  his  Jirji-fruits  {Jir/l  SermoJi)  had. 


Some  things  invite:  Hee  back  to  England gOQS'y 
With  God  and  Man  hee  there  in  favour  growes; 
But  whilft  he  lives  in  that  Land,  Tichjield  cryes 
Come  over.  Sir,  and  help  us\     He  complyes: 
The  Starr  moves  thither!     There  the  Orator 
Continu'd  charming  fmful  mortals  for 
To  clofe  with  a  fweet  Jefus:  Oh!  he  woo'd, 
He  Thundred:  Oh!  for  their  eternal  good 
How  did  he  bring  the  Promifes,  and  how 
Did  he  difcharge  flafhes  of  Ebal}     Now 
Hee  held  Love's  golden  Scepter  out  before 
The  Humble  Soul;  Now  made  the  Trumpet  xo^^x 
Fire,  Death,  and  Hell  againft  Impenitent 
Defp'rates,  untill  hee  made  their  hearts  relent. 

B  There 


Col.  N. 


(6) 

Praiucendo  There  did  hee  merit  Sibss  Motto,  / 
pereo.      ^ust  like  a  Lamp,  with  lighting  others  dy. 
Ah !  like  a  Silk-worm,  his  own  bowels  went 
To  ferve  his  Hearers,  while  he  foundly  fpent 
His  Spirits  in  his  Labours.     O  but  there 
He  muft  not  dy  (except  Death  Civil)  Here 
(Why  may  n't  we  Sigh  it!  here  dark  Bartholmew 
This  gallant  and  heroic  Witnefs  flew. 
Silenct  he  was !  not  buried  out  of  fight ! 
A  worthy  Gentleman  do's  him  invite 
Unto  him;  and  like  Obadiah,  hide 
Him,  dear  to  them  with  whom  he  did  refide, 
Finding  his  Prayers  and  Prefence  to  produce 
An  Obed-Edom's  blefling  on  the  Houfe. 
A  Spirit  of  great  Life  from  God  do  s  enter 
Within  a  while  into  him:   Hee  do's  venture 
To fland  upon  hisfeet:  Hee  prophefy's; 
And  to  a  Congregation  Preacher  is, 
Join'd  with  a  loving  Collegue;  who  will  not 
Be  buried,  till  Symmons  be  forgot. 


But  our  New-England-Cambridge  wants  him,  and 
Sighs,  "  Of  my  Sons  none  takes  me  by  the  hand, 
" Now  Mitchell  gone !    Oh  !  where  's  his  parallel? 
"  Call  my  Child  Urian  \     Friendly  Strangers  tell 
"  An  OAKE  of  my  own  breed  in  Englaitd  is, 
"  That  will  fijpport  mee  Pillar-like ;  and  this 
"  Muft  be  refolv'd ;  I  'le  Pray  and  Send\    Agreed! 
Meffengers  go!  and  calling  Council,  fpeed! 

The 


(7) 

The  good  Stork  over  the  Atlantic  came 
To  nourifli  and  cherifh  his  Aged  Dam. 


Welcome!  great  Prophet !  io  New -England  ^\oxq\ 
Thy  feet  are  beautiful\     A  number  more 
Of  Men  like  thee  with  us  would  make  us  fay, 
The  Moral  of  Mores  fam'd  Utopia 
Is  in  New-England\  yea,  (far  greater!)  wee 
Should  think  wee  TwiJ/esgue/s  accomplifht  fee, 
When  New  yerufalem  comes  down,  the  Seat 
Of  it,  the  wafl  America  will  bee  V. 

CambridgeX  thy  Neighbours  mufl  congratulate 
Thy  Fate !     Oh !  where  can  thy  Triumvirate 
Meet  with  its  Mate?    A  Shepard\  Mitchell  then 
An  Oakes !    Thefe  Chryfofloms,  thefe  golden  Men, 
Have  made  thy  golden  Age\     That  fate  is  thine 
(To  bee  blejl  with  the  Suns  perpetual  Shine) 
What  Sylvius  fais  of  Rhodes.    Sure  thou  mayfl  call 
Thy  Name  Capernauml     But  oh!  tXiefall 
Of  that  enlightened  Place  wee  '1  humbly  pray 

Dear  Lord  !     Keep  Cambridge  from  it ! 

But  Quill !  where  fly 'ft  thou  ?    Let  the  Reader  know 
Cambridge  {oviiQ.  years  could  this  brite  y^ze/^/fhow, 
Yet  here  a  Quartane  Ague  does  arreft 
The  Churches  Comfort,  &  the  Countryes  Refl. 
But  this  (Praife  Mercy)  found  fome  Aguefrighter, 
Hee  mends,  and  his  Infirmity  grows  lighter, 
Ev'n  that  his  dear  Orefles  fmil'd.  So  f mall 
Your  Illnefs,  you  V  as  good  have  none  at  all. 

B2  Well 


(8) 

Well !  the  poor  Colledge  faints  !    Harvard  almoft 
(An  Amnejly  cvyQsJk !)  gives  up  the  ghofl ! 
The  branches  dwindle  !     But  an  OAK  fo  near 
May  cherilh  them  !  'T  was  done!   The  gloomy  fear 
Of  a  loji  Colledge  was  difpell'd!     The  Place, 
The  Learning,  the  Difcretion,  and  the  Grace 
Of  th?i\.  greal  Charles,  who  long  fince  (lept  &  dy'd 
"^Chfunce^^  Lov'd,  and  Lamented,  worthy  Oakes  fupply'd. 
B.D.       His  Nurfe  \\^  fuckles ;  and  the  Ocean  now 

Refunds  what  th'  Earth  in  Rivers  did  beflow. 
Pro  Tempore  (a  fad  Prolepfiis)  was 
For  a  long  time  his  Title ;  but  juft  as 
Wee  had  obtain'd  a  long'd  for  Alteration, 
And  fixt  him  in  the  Prcejident's  firm  Station, 
The  wrath  of  the  Eternal  wields  a  blow 
At  which  my  Pen  is  gaftred ! 


(and  Try ! 

But  Up!  —  Lord!  wee 're  undone!  —  Nay!  Up! 
Heart !  Vent  thy  grief  \  Eafe  Sorrow  with  a  Sigh ! 
Lett 's  hear  the  matter!     Write  de  Tri/libus\ 

Alas  !     Enough  ! Death  hath  bereaved  us  \ 

The  Earth  was  parch't  with  horrid  heat:  We  fea'rd 
The  blajls  of  a  Vaft  Comet's  flaming  Beard. 
The  dreadful  Fire  of  Heaven  inflames  the  blood 
Of  our  Elijah'  carrying  him  to  God. 
Innumerable  Sudden  Deaths  abound  ! 
Our  OAKES  a  Sudden  blow  laid  on  the  ground, 
And  gives  him  bleffed  Capefs  wifli,  which  the 
Letany  prayes  'gainfl,  To  dy  Suddenlie. 

The 


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The  Saints  hope  to  have  the  Lord^s  Tadk  {pre3.d; 

But  with  aftonifhment  they  find  him  dead 

That  uf'd  to  drea^  the  Bread  of  Life:  O  wee 

Deprived  of  our  Miniflers  often  bee 

At  fuch  a  Seafon.     Lord,  thy  Manna  low 

In  our  blind  Eyes  we  fear  is  wont  to  go ! 

The  Man  of  God  at  the  firft  Touch  do's  feel 
[With  a  Pr^fage']  his  Call  to  Heavens  weal; 
Hee  fits  himfelf  for  his  last  Conflict ;  Saw 
The  ghaftly  King  of  Terrors  Icy  claw ; 
Ready  to  grapple  with  him ;  then  he  gives 
A  Look  to  him  who  dy  d  and  ever  lives  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  do's  difarm  the  Snake; 
And  by  the  Hand  his  faithful  Servant  take, 
Leading  him  thorow  Death's  black  Valley,  till 
Hee  brings  him  in  his  arms  to  Zions  Hill. 
FaWn  Pillar  of  the  Church !    This  Thy  Tranflation  ^Lachrym^  i 
Has  turn'd  our  Joyes  into  this  Lamentation\ 
Sweet  Soul !     Difdaining  any  more  to  trade 
W\t\\  feflily  Organs,  that  a  Prifon  made, 
Thou  'rt  flown  into  the  World  of  S 021  Is,  and  wee 
Poor,  flupid  Mortals  lofe  thy  Companie. 
Thou  join'ft  in  Confort  with  the  Happy  gone, 
Who  (happ'er  than  Servants  of  Solomon) 
Are  ftanding  round  the  Lamb's  illuflrious  Throne  *        o  faUcem 
Converf.ng  with  great  I/r'el's-Holy-One.  ,S'i,f/r»t 

Now  could  I  with  good  old  Grynaus  *  fav  Concihum   pro- 

^  fi-CtfcCLT  '       Ct      €X 

"  Oh  !  that  will  be  a  bright  and  gloriofe  Day,         hac   Turba,  &- 
"  When  I  to  that  Affembly  come ;  and  am  cedam.""' 

"  Gone  from  a  world  of  guilt,  filth,  forrow,  fhame ! 

I  read 


Iltnc  nice 


(lO) 

I  read  how  Swan-like  Cotton  joy'd  in  Thought, 
That  unto  Dod,  and  fuch  he  fhould  be  brought. 
Wovj  But  linger  diQdXhs  grim  looks  could  not  fright 
Becaufe  twould  bring  him  to  the  Patriarchs  Sight 
(Well  might  it  be  fo !     Heathen  Socrates 
In  hopes  of  Homer,  Death  undaunted  fees.) 
Who  knows  but  the  Third  Heaven  may  fweeter  be 
Thou  Citizen  of  it!  (dear  Oakes^})  for  thee? 
Sure  what  of  Calvin  Beza  faid ;  and  what 
Of  thy  forerunner  Mitchel,  Mather  wrote, 
I  'le  truly  add,  Now  Oakes  is  dead,  to  mee 
Life  will  le/s  fweet  and  Death  le/s  bitter  bee. 
Lord !  Lett  us  follow ! 


Nay!    Then,  Good  Reader!    Thou  and  I  mufl  try 
To  7>^^^  his  Steps\     Hee  v^dWi  Exemplar  ly\ 
Plato  would  have  none  to  be  praif 'd,  but  thofe 
Whofe  Praifes  profitable  wee  fuppofe: 
Oh !  that  I  had  a  ready  Writers  Pen, 
(If  not  Briareus  hundred  HandsX)  and  then 
I  might  limn  forth  a  Pattern.     Ah !  his  own 
Fine  Tongue  can  his  own  worth  Defcribe  alone 
That 's  it  I  want;  and  poor  I !     Shan't  I  fliow 
Kxii^^ptetl  ^^^^  ^^  r^2iXi,  whom  a7i  Hero  hired  to 
Forbear  his  Verfes  on  him  \     Yet  a  lame 
Mephibojheth  will  fcape  a  David''s  blame. 

Well!  Reader!  Wipe  thine  Eyes!  &  fee  the  Man 
(Almofl  too /mall  ^.  word!)  which  Cambridge  can 

Say 


(") 

Say,  I  have  loft !     In  Name  a  Drujius^ 
And  Nature  too!  yea  a  compendious 
Both  Magazine  of  worth,  and  Follower 
Of  all  that  ever  great  and  famofe  were. 
A  great  Soul  in  a  little  Body.     (Add ! 
In  a  fmall  NutJJiell  Graces  Iliad) 
How  many  Angels  on  a  Needle's  point 
Can  ftand,  is  thought,  perhaps,  a  needlefs  Point: 
Oakes  Vertues  too  I  'me  at  a  lofs  to  tell:  tSeetke Parai- 

In  fhort,  Hee  was  New-England' s  t  SAMUEL ;   the'/'s  Epiftie 
And  had  as  many  gallant  Propertyes  sermon  '^^o/ 

As  ere  an  Oak  had  Leaves ;  or  Argus  Eyes.  i^r.  Oakes. 

A  better  Chrijiian  would  a  miracle 
Be  thought!     From  moft  he  bore  away  the  Bell\ 
Grace  and  good  Nature  were  fo  purely  mett 
In  him,  wee  faw  in  Gold  a  Jewel  fett. 
His  very  Name  fpake  Heavenly;  and  Hee  Umnus, 

Vir  fui  Nominis  would  alwayes  bee.  Owpoi/m. 

For  a  Converfe  with  God  ;  and  holy  frame, 
A  Noah,  and  an  Enoch  hee  became. 
Urian  and  George  are  Names  aequivalent; 
Wee  had  Saint  George,  though  other  Places  han't. 
Should  I  fay  more,  like  him  that  would  extol 
Huge  Hercules,  my  Reader  '1  on  me  fall 
With  fuch  a  check;    Who  does  difpraife  him}    I 
Shall  fay  enough,  if  his  Humility 
Might  be  defcribed.     Witty  Atijlin  meant 
This  the  Firjl,  Second,  and  Third  Ornament, 
Of  a  Right  Soul,  fliould  be  efteem'd.     And  fo        ^Sojinid  by 
Our  Second Mofes*  Humble  Dod^  cry'd,  Know       Burroughs 

Jufi 


(12) 

yust  as  Humility  mens  Grace  will  bee. 

And fo  m-uch  Grace  fo  much  Humilitie. 

Ah  !  graciofe  Oakes,  wee  faw  ihto.  Jloop ;  wee  faw 

In  thee  the  Moral  of  good  Natures  Law, 

That  the  full  Ears  of  Corn  fliould  befid,  and  grow 

Down  to  the  ground :  Worth  would  Jit  alwayes  low. 

And  for  a  Gojpel  Minijler,  wee  had 
In  him  a  Pattern  for  our  Tyros ;  Sad  ! 
Their  Head  is  gone:  Who  ever  knew  a  greater 
Stude7it  and  Scholar}  or  beheld  a  better 
Preacher  and  Prcejident  ?     Wee  look't  on  him 
As  jferom  in  our  (Hungry)  Bethlechem  ; 
A  perfect  Critic  in  Philology ; 
And  in  Theology  a  Canaan  s  Spy. 
His  Gen  ral  Learning  had  no  fewer  Parts 
Than  the  Encyclopc^dia  of  Arts: 
AHquis/«Om-The  old  Sav,  //^<?  that  fomet/mtg  is  in  all, 

wi/^z^j-,  Nullus    -^      ,  .         ,       .  -,  , 

in  Singulis.  Notht7ig  s  m  any;  JNow  goes  to  the  wall. 

But  when  the  Pulpit  had  him  !  there  hee  fpent 
Himfelf  as  in  his  onely  Element: 
And  there  hee  was  an  Orpheus :  Hee  'd  e'en  draw 
The  Stoftes,  and  Trees:  Auflin  cryes,  If  I  faw 
Paul  in  the  Pulpit,  of  my  Three  Defires 
None  of  the  leafl  {to  which  my  Soul  af^ires) 
Would  gratify  d  and  granted  bee.     Hee  might 
Have  come  and  feen't,  when  OAKES  gave 

{Cambridge  Light. 
Oakes  an  U7Zcomf or  table  Preacher  was 
I  muft  confefs!     Hee  made  us  cry,  Alafs\ 
In  fad  DefPair  !     Of  what?     Of  ever  feeing 
A  better  Preacher  while  tvee  have  a  beei^tg. 

Hee 


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Hee\  oh!  Hee  was,  in  Doctrine,  Life,  and  all 

Angelical,  and  Evangelical. 

A  Benedict  and  Boniface  to  boot, 

Commending  of  the  Tree  by  noble  Fruit. 

All  faid,  Our  Oakes  the  Double  Power  has 

Of  Boanerges,  and  of  Barnabas : 

Hee  is  a  Chriflian  Neflor\     Oh  !  that  wee 

Might  him  among  us  for  ///r^<?  Ages  fee! 

But  ah !   Hee  's  gone  to  Sinus  Abrahce. 

What  fhall  I  fay?     Never  did  any  fpitt 

Gall  2it  this  Gall'lefs,  Guile-lefs  Dove ;  nor  yet 

Did  any  Envy  with  a  cankred  breath 

Blaft  him  :  It  was  I  'me  fure  the  gen'ral  Faith, 

Lett  Oakes  Bee,  Say,  or  Do  what  e're  he  wou'd, 

If  it  were  OAKES,  it  mull  be  wife,  true,  good. 

Except  the  Sect'ryes  Hammer  might  a  blow 

Or  two,  receive  from  Anabaptifis,  who 

Never  lov'd  any  Man,  that  wrote  a  Line 

Their  naught,  Church-rending  Caufe  to  under- 

Yett  after  my  Encomia/lick  Ink  (mine. 

Is  all  run  out,  I  muft  conclude  (I  think) 

With  a  Dicebam,  not  a  Dixi !     Yea, 

Such  a  courfe  will  exceeding  proper  bee : 

The  y^ews,  whene're  they  build  an  Houfe,  do  leave 

SovciQ  part  Imperfect,  as  a  call  \.o  grieve 

For  their  deflroyd  feruslem  \     I  'le  do  so ! 

I  do't! 

And  now  let  fable  Cambridge  broach  her  Tears! 
{They  forfeit  their  own  Eyes  that  don't;  for  here  's 

C  Occafion 


ANAGR. 


(14) 

Occafion  fad  enough  !)     Your  Sons  pray  call 
All  Ichabod;  and  Datighters,  Marah !     Fall 
Down  into  Sack-cloth,  Dull,  and  Afhes !     (To 
Bee  fenfelefs  Now,  Friends,  Now  !  will  be  to  fhow 
A  CRIME  &  BADG  of  Sin  and  Folly^)     Try 
YoMx  fruit fulnefs  under  the  Miniftry 
Of  that  kind  Pelican,  who  fpent  his  Blood 
To  feed  you !  Dear  Saints !   Have  ye  got  the  Good 
You  might?     And  let  a  Verfe  too  find  \\it.  Men 
^\iofiyd  a  Sermon !     Oh  !     Remember  when 
Sirs !  your  Ezekiel  was  like  unto 
A  lovely  Song  ^(Bee  n't  deaf  Adders  you) 
One  with  a  pleafant  Voice !  and  that  could  play 
Well  on  an  Infirunient\     And  i'  n't  the  Day, 
The  gloriofe  Day,  to  dawn  (ah !  yet !)  wherein  ^ 
You  are  drawn  from  the  Egypt-graves  of  Si^i      > 
Compelled  to  come  in  ?     Forfhame  come  in !         ) 
Nay !     Join  you  all !    Strive  with  a  noble  Strife^ 
To  pub  lift  both  in  Print  (as  well  as  Life) 
Your  preciofe  Paftor's  Works !   Bring  them  to  view 
That  wee  may  Honey  taft,  as  well  as  you. 
But,  Lord!  What  has  thy  Vineyard  done,  ih^it  thou 
Command'fl  the  Clouds  to  rain  no  more?    O  Ihevv 
Thy  favour  to  thy  Candlefiick !     Thy  Rod 
Hath  almofl  broke  it :  Lett  a  Gift  of  God, 
Or  a  fmcerely  Heaven-touch't  Ifraelite 
Become  a  Teacher  in  thy  Peoples  fight. 

At  lafl  I  with  Licenfe  Poetical 
(Reader!  and  thy  good  leave)  addrefs  to  all 

The 


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The  children  of  "^thy  People  !     Oh  !  the  Name 

Of  Urian  Oakes,  New-England !  does  proclame      anagr. 

SURE  I  AN  OAK  was  to  thee !   Feel  thy  Lofs ! 

Cry,  {Why  forfaken,  Lord\)     Under  the  Crofs! 

Learn  for  to  prize  Survivers !     Kings  dejlroy 

The  People  that  Embaffadors  annoy. 

The  Counfil  of  God's  Herald,  and  thy  Friend, 

S^Bee  wife\     Conjider  well  Iky  latter  EndV\  Elect.  Serm. 

O  lay  to  heart !     Pray  to  the  heavenly  Lord 

Of  til  Harvest,  that  (according  to  his  Word) 

Hee  would  thrujl  forth  his  Labourers:  For  why 

Should  all  thy  Glory  go,  and  Beauty  dy 

Through  thy  default? 

Lord!  from  thy  lofty  Throne 

Look  down  upon  thy  Heritage !     Lett  none 
Of  all  our  Breaches  bee  unhealed !     Lett 
This  dear,  poor  Land  be  our  ImmanueV?,  yett ! 
Lett 's  bee  a  Gofhen  Hill !     Reflrain  the  Boar 
That  makes  Incurfions !     Give  us  daily  more 
Of  thy  All-curing  KS)^mV  from  on  High! 
Lett  all  thy  Churches  flourifh  !     And  fupply 
The  almoll  Twenty  Ones,  that  thy  Jufl  Ire 
Has  left  without  Help  that  their  Needs  require ! 
Lett  not  the  Colledge  droop,  and  dy  !     O  Lett 
The  Fountain  run  !     A  Doctor  sive  to  it ! 
Mofes's  are  to  th'  upper  Canaan  gone  ! 
Lett  fofliuds  Succeed  them  !  goes  when  one 
Elijah,  raife  Elishds\     Pauls  become         (room! 
DiffolvdX  with  Chrift!     Send  Timthees  in  their 

C2  Avert 

*  This  word  stands  corrected  (or  changed)  thus  :  4ky. 
It  is  copied  thy  like  the  original  text. 


(i6) 

Avert  the  Omen,  that  when  Teeth  apace 

Fall  out,  No  new  ones  fliould  fupply  their  place ! 

Lord  !     Lett  us  Peace  on  this  our  Ifrael  fee  ! 
And  ftill  both  Hephjibah,  and  Beulali  bee ! 
Then  will  thy  People  Grace  \  and  Glory !  Sing, 
And  every  Wood  with  Hallelujalis  ring. 

N.  R. 

Vixere  fortes  a^ite  Agamemnoiia 

Multi ;  fed  illachrymabiles 

Urgentur  ignotiq  ;  longa 

Node  ;  carent  quia  Vate  facro.  Hor. 

Non  ego  cuncta  meis  amplecti  Verfbus  opto.   virg. 

Ingens  laudato  Poema : 

Exiguum  legito  \ Caii. 

Qui  legis  i/la,  tuam  reprehe7tdo,  fi  mea  laudes 

Omnia,  Stultitiafu  :  Si  nihil.  Invidiam.        Owen. 
Non  poffunt,  Lector,  niulta;  eniendare  LiturcB 

Verfus  hos  ncfiros :   UnaLiturapotfl.       Martial. 


Advertifement. 


THere  is  to  be  fold  by  fohn  Browning,  at 
the  Corner  of  the  Prifo7t-Lane  next  the 
Tovvn-Houfe,  a  Sermon  of  the  late  Reverend 
Mr.  URIAN  OAKES,  preached  from  EccL  9. 
II.  Shewing  that  Fortune  and  Chance  are  infalli- 
bly determined  by  God:  By  which  alone,  it 
might  appear  that  the  Elogyes  of  him  are  not  a  vain 
Hyperbole;  but  as  it  were,  the  Eccho  of  thofe  Words 
which  his  Works  fpeak  concerning  Him. 


AN    ELEGY 


ON   THE   REVEREND 


MR.   NATHANAEL   COLLINS 


AN 

0  N    The  Much-to-be-deplored  DEATH 
0 F  Thetc  Never-tO'BC'forptten  P  ERSON, 

Thi?,  Reverend 
\Uv.  NATJiANj4EL    COLLlNSj 

1  Who  After  he  had  been  many  years  ^  faithful 
Pailor  to  the  Church  at  MtMdown  of 

Conn€ci'}ci*t  in  Nnv-England^ 

about  the  Party  third  year  of  his  Age  Expired  -^ 

On  28?/^.    io> /iioneth  1684-. 

I  Teftor-i  ChriftianHm\jlc  dechrijiiano  vera  prefer  re 

Hier.  Epift.  Panlae  • 

Stc  ochIos,  fie  ilk  manuS'i  fc  oraferebat. 
Di^num  laiidi  ^irum  mafa  'vetat  morl.      Borar 

BOSTON  in    NEW.ENgLAND 

Printed  by  Richard  Puree  for  Obadtab  CiU. 
Anno  Chrifti    1685. 


Reader ; 

TO  Lament  the  Dead  in  Verfe,  having  been 
even  from  the  Dayes  of  David  until  Now^ 
in  fome  fort  almofl  as  Common  as  Death  it 
felf,  an  Apology  for  that  thing  at  this  time 
is  a/together  fiiperfluous  :  Nor  have  the  Noblefl 
Hands  difdained  to  fcan  Potetical  meafures  on 
their  Fingers,  tho''  an  Annatus  has  derided  a 
Twifs  for  not  counting  that  Exercife  beneath 
him.  But  there  feems  more  needful  an  Excufe 
for  the  meanefs  of  this  Compofure^  which  is  born 
before  its  Time  from  a  Brain  difuf'd  to  fiich 
Performances ;  in  which  /  have  been  fo  farr 
from  the  accuracy  of  Virgil,  who  having  laid  out 
eleven  years  upon  his  i^ineids,  after  all  judged 
them  not  polifhed  enough  to  be  publifhed,  that 
a  few  ftolen  hours  were  all  I  had  to  J})ape  them 
in^  and  to  which  /  could  never  have  been  drawn^ 
if  the  Subject  of  thefe  Rhythmes,  had  like  the 
Gentleman  in  Thuanus  upon  his  Death-bed.,  given 
fufficient  caution  That  his  Herfe  fhould  not  be 
burdened  with  bad  Funeral  verfes.  For  this, 
my  utmoji  Plea  is^  That  the  fen fe  o/'Duty,  awak- 
ened by    the   invitation   of  others    hereunto.,   has 

produced 
A  2 


To  the  Reader. 

produced  this  Rapfody,yor  a  Cenfure  on  which ^ 
I  appeal  from  Curiofity  to  Candour,  expecting 
no  Laurel  on  this  occafion  but  what  I  merit  by 
my  good  Affection  to  the  Memory  of  a  True  If- 
raelite  worthy  to  be  had  in  Everlafting  Re- 
membrance. 

C.  M. 


(I) 

FUNERAL-TEARS 

At  the  Grave  of  The  much  Defired 
And  Lamented 

Mr.  NATHANEEL   COLLINS? 

Who  changed  Death  for  LIFE^ 
December  28.  1684, 

—  But  (hall  he  unobferved  fteal  away  ? 
Or  Ifrael  not  afford  an  hand  to  lay  {a) 
An  Evil-boding  Death  to  heart?  no  Son 
Of  All  the  Prophets  u^hen  Elijah's  gone 
Look  after  him  ? 

Forbid  this^  Heaven  /      Showr 
On  a  bereaved  Clod  of  Earth  a  povfr 
To  yield  a  fpire  of  grafs  (b)  whereon  may  grow 
The  Name  of  COLLINS^  help  a  verfe  to  Jhoiv 
His  Vertues^  as  that  Flock  acknoiuledged 
Their  Doe  (c)  tuhen  to  the  Spicy  Mountains  y?^^. 
Affi/i  mee^  thou  who  haji  engaged  the  Juft 
J  Memory,  (d)  to  whom  the  precious  duji 
Of  Saints  Diffolv'd  remains  united  / 

I  SIGH  the  Fate  for  which  our  broached  eyes 
Spend  floods  of  brine ;  at  which  a  dire  furprife 
Of  a  foul-chilling  horrour  doth  invade 
The  Soul  not  Jlone  before  ;  at  which  are  made 
In  ferious  minds  as  many  ivounds  as  were 
To  Ccefar  {e)  given.      Reader,  (hake  to  hear ; 

The 

(a)  Jfai.  57.   I.      (b)  alhifton  to  the  poetical  fancy 
0/ Ajax   (c)   Dorcas,   Act.  9.    39.      (d)   Pfa.   112.  6. 
{e)  nvho?n  the  Roman  conjpirators  * 

[Note.  *  Only  the  upper  part  of  this  last  line  is  discernible. 
The  page  has  the  appearance  of  having  been  mutilated  and  pieced 
down  in  some  way  with  other  paper.  —  "  whom  the  Roman  confpira- 
tors"  is  easily  deciphered.  —  "flew  with"  is  also  quite  evident. 
The  next  word  (or  number.')  is  illegible.  The  last  word  is  without 
doubt  "wounds."] 


(2) 

The  DEATH  of  COLLINS  tis.     He  dead  without 
A  Paper  winding  fheet  to  lay  him  out  ! 
A  (hame.      O  that  Egyptian  Odours^  and 
Embalmers  too  (f)  were  now  at  my  command  ! 
I  want  them.      But  Hyperboles  withdraw, 
Be  gone  Licentious  Poets.     What  I  faw 
On  this  occafion  let  fome  countrey  Rymes 
That  call  a  Spade  a  Spade^  tell  after-Times. 

DEPRIV'D  of  Charrets  &  of  Horfmen  too,  (^) 
I  on  the  wings  of  Contemplation  flew ; 
Into  the  howling  defart  thus  I  went. 
The  cut-off  garden  (h)  where  our  David  fent 
His  Jheep  to  feed  and  fold,  from  which  he  drave 
The  Rav'nous  Tigre-brood^  in  which  he  gave 
His  herds  a  Reji  at  noon,  (i)     On  fordans  Banks 
I  meant  to  fit  with  Thoughts  on  this  and  Thanks. 
But  there  found  I  an  Elect  Lady^  (k)     There 
Grov'ling  in  Afhes,  with  difhev'led  hair. 
Smiting  her  breaft,  black'' d  with  a  mourning  drefs, 
Refembling  mother  Sion  in  dijirefs  ;  (1) 
Or  like  a  Rachel  in  a  BethPem  plight,  (m) 
But  with  a  Beauty  glittering  too,  that  might 
The  Features  fliow  that  Judah's  preaching  King 
Much  did  once  in  his  machlefs  Raptures  fmg ;  («) 

I 
(f)  Gen.  50.  2.  (g)  all.  to  2.  King.  2.  12. 
(h)  fo  fome  render  the  Garden  oi  Nuts,  Ca7it. 
6.  w.  in  a  phrafe  very  accommodable  to  America, 
(i)  Cant.  I.  7.  (k)  fome  {tho'  groundlesly 
though')  fuppofe  a  Church  intended  by  that  name  in 
2.  Job.  I.  (1)  all.  to  the  figure  thereof  in  B.  K's  ingeni- 
us  poem.      (///  Mat.  2,   18.      (n)  viz.  the  Canticles. 


(3) 

I  found  her.     There  amaz'd,  into  a  Tree  (o) 

Almoft  transformd  with  pallion  :   Sympathie 

Produced  this  Enquiry,  Who  I  wonder^ 

Seems  Sorroiv's  Center,  Sorrow^ s  Y.^g.i\cq  yonder? 

Lo,  I  no  fooner  had  approached  near. 

Then  from  above  this  voice  did  thunder ;   Here 

Pitty^  the  Church  ^  JVliddletown  be/peaks 

Set  in  the  midft  oi  fwoons  and  fobs  and  Jhrieks. 

With  Bowells  full  of  it  I  haftned  to 

The  Wet  place^  asking  IVhy  jhe  grieved  fo  j 

And  had  this  Anfvs^er. 

Sir,  Afk  you  this  ?      Are  you  a  Sojourner 
Within  New-Englands  bounds  &  know  not  why? 
I  've  loft  great  COLLINS,  man/      O  that,  O  there. 
From  this  Tears-Fountain  (^p)  is  my  mifery. 

Immortal  COLLINS !  what  a  Charm  is  in 
So  dear  a  Name?     'Tis  Honey  mixt  with  gall 

To  think,  I  had  him,  but  I  mifs  him;   Seen 

He  IV as,  fad  word !  (q)  but  fo  no  more  he  Jhall. 

My  Love  is  Talkative:   tis  fit  that  I 

Thus  vent  my  /mother'' d  Fire.      The  Rabbins  fay 
That  when  good  old  Methufela  did  dye, 

His  Wife  nine  hufbands  loft  in  him  that  day. 

Like  Loafer  I  will  /peak :   The  Lamentation 
Over  Jeruf'lems  JFoe  doth  fuit  me  well, 
A  Widow  how  is  Jhe  become!    ||  Privation 
Seems  now  to  be  my  only  Principle. 

*  One 
(o)   a//,  to  fuck  a  metamorphofis  celebrated  in  Ovid. 
(p.)  Hinc  ilia  lacryma.  {o^  fuinius  Troes.  \\  Lam.  i.  i. 
A4 


(4) 
Once  did  I  prife^  I '  1  now  praife  what  I  had. 

The  box  of  his  Fames  Oyntment  *  now  (hall  fend 
Abroad  its  Odours.      Alexander  f  dead 
Had  not  t\\Q  /cent  which  doth  from  him  afcend. 

Some  Elogyes  compofe  to  try  their  Wits  ; 

The  Gout,,  (r)  the  Feavour^  \\  yea  &  Injujiice^  (s) 
Folly  (t)  and  Poverty  [u]  have  in  the  Fits 

Of  Ranting  Writers  had  a  comelinefs. 

My  Theme^  my  Humour  is  not  fuch  an  one  : 

Who  to  prove  Cicero  not  eloquent, 
Pen'd  Books,  (x)  who  truth  &  worth  for  guards  dif- 

Such  only  count  Collins  not  excellent.  (own 

Bright  COLLINS,  Star  of  the /r/?  Magnitude, 
Extol  him  how  could  I !      I  fha'n't  be  chid 

If  as  much  time  on  him  my  gazes  ftiou'd 
Spend,  as  that  Greek  (y)  in  's  Panegyric  did. 

O  that  Apelles  were  my  fervant  now 

To  limn  this  Hero,  but  his  utmoft  All 
Would  blufh,  and  draw  a  vail  upon  the  Brow  (z 
Below  whofe  Majejly  his  fkill  would  fall. 

I. 
*  Ecclef.  7.  I.  f  from  whofe  corpfe  'tis  faid  there 
went  a  fmell  furprizingly  fragrant,  (r)  praifed  by 
Pichennerus,  ||  praifed  by  Huttenus,  (s)  praifed  by 
Glaucus,  [t]  praifed  by  Erafmus,  [u]  praifed  by 
Pierius,  all  in  fet  poems,  or  orations.  (x)  as  once 
an  humourfome  perfon  did.  (y)  Socrates,  who 
fpent  1 5  year  in  framing  of  one  Panegyric,  one  ora- 
tion,     (z)  as  that  painter  did  upon  his  Minerva* s. 


(5) 

I  would  that  you,  my  Friend,  each  drop  of  Ink 
Could  fill  with  Elogyes  no  fewer  then 

The  little  eels  *  that  may  fwim  in't  :   I  think 
They  all  fhould  celebrate  this  Flow'r  of  men. 

I  would  too  that  tzch  fy liable  all  round 

This  Globe  with  perfunCd  Air  might  fly  about  j 
Or  your  Stentorophonic  Tube  \.  might  found 
The  praife  of  admirable  Collins  out. 

Death^  thou  All-biting  f  Prodigally  a  blow 
Of  thine  hath  laid  within  the  ground  a  plant 

Surpafling  Cedars.      I  did  hardly  know 
Afpice  whofe  quantity  on  //  was  fcant. 

Good  Nature  and  good  Education  were 
In  him  conjoyn'd  to  fuch  an  high  degree, 

As  gain'd  the  Title  of  that  ||  Emperour^ 
In  this  rare  foul  Mankinds  delight  we  fee. 

Facetious  Snow-balls  from  his  candid  breaft 
With  early  Magic  hence  would  captivate 

His  near,  Familiars.,  fo  that  he  was  bleft 
Who  could  have  leave  to  be  his  Intimate. 

Hence  from  his  Cradle  clothes  his  neat  difcretion., 

Mounted  upon  bridled  Urbanity., 
Before  a  rnoft  obliging  Difpofition., 

Triumphant  rode  in  ev'ry  Company. 

But 

*  of  which  I  can  with  my  Microfcope  fee  incredible 
hundreds  playing  about  in  one  drop  of  water.  ^  which 
fpeaking-Trumpet  may  be  heard  a  vaft  way  off. 
f  all.  to  y  Acroft.  of  Mors  Mordens  Omnia  Rojlro  Suo 

II  Tit.  Vefp.  who  was  termed,  Delici^  humani  generis. 


(6) 

But  Oh  the /ruits  of  Heav'nly  Gfaces  dew 

Upon  fo  rich  3.foylf      Let  Peter  bid 
His  Brethren  add  one  graces  pearl  unto 

The  *  reft  :  The  whole  heap  was  in  Collins  hid. 

You  'd  fcarce  believe  the  FAITH  refiding  in 
This  Child  of  Abraham^  the  ftrong  Impreilion 

On  his  heart  of  Realities  unfeen,  || 

Of  Gofpel  glories^  of  things  paft  expreflion  : 

How  deareft  to  him  his  Redeemer;  how 

With  brave  Ignatius  f  he  could  warble  out 
O  Chriji  my  Love ;  how  we  might  e'en  allow 
A  JESUS  grav'd  ^  within  his  breaft  no  doubt. 

His  VERTUE  took  thisy^^r  by  the  hand; 

And  with  her  train  accompanyed  thus, 
In  verfous  flights  he  went how  much  beyond 

An  Arijlides  ;  *^  or  a  Regulus! 

For  KNOWLEDGE,  tho  in  him  poor  Harvard  loft 

One  of  her  tallejl  fons^  one  of  the  beft 
Souldiers  in  her  Minerva's  Camp,  my  boaft 
Of  higher  Wifdom  in  him  i'n't  the  leaft. 

My  Mofes^  he  in  Egypts  Learning  verft  |t 

Had  more  then  that ;  Accompliftiments  Divine 

In  exercife  of  which,  while  he  converft 

With  Ifr'els  Jah,  to  us  his  face  did  fliine.f  1| 

Yare 

*  V.  the  glorious  catalogue  z.  Pet.  I.  $-7.  ||  2.  cor.  4 
18.  f  tvhofe  facing  ofie?i  was.  Amor  meus  eft  crucifixus 
^  which  is  grojly  and  fabuloujly  reported  of  another. 
*5j;  two  glories  of  the  heathen,  the  one  for  Juftice,  the 
other  for  Fidelity.    |f  Act.  7.  22.    f  ||  Exod.  34.  35. 


(7) 

Yare  at  his  GRAMMAR,  kenning  how  and  when 
To  fpeak  :   his  tongue  a  *  tree  of  life^  no  (drofs 

Proceeding  from  this  Chryfojiom  ||  t  )  the  penn 
Of  Ready  writers  hke,  not  barbarous. 

How  lofty  in  his  RHET'RIC,  when  with  cryes 
To  the  Omnipotent  reduc'd  to  fay  ^ 

Let  me  alone.,  thereby  he  fcal'd  the  Skyes, 
And  with  the  old  \.  ArtiW-ry  got  the  day. 

In  the  beft  LOGIC,  Oh  how  Rational} 

How  able  to  fpy  Canaan  through  !   how  ready 

To  baffle  a  Temptation  I  and  withal 

Full  of  his  Oracles  found,  folid,  fteady  ! 

How  right  was  his  ARITHMETIC  that  knew 
Wifely  to  meafure  his  own  ||  dayes  !      How  right 

Was  his  GEOMETRY,  that  found  the  true 

Bulk  of  the  earth  I  a  point  *^  not  worth  the  fight. 

In  his  ASTRONOMY  how  ripe  his  eye 

Reaching  to  things  beyond  the  /iars  !      Alwayes 

Exact  in  this  no-vain  ^^f  PHILOSOPHY, 

That  in  all  things  he  found  his  Makers  ||  ||  praife. 

Mafter 

*  Prov.  15.  4.  II  \  golden  mouth.  ^  as  in  Exod.  32. 
10.  feriendi  licentiam  petit  a  Mofe  qui  fecit  Mo- 
fen.  ^  preces  et  lacrymte  funt  Arma  Ecclefite.  ||  Pfa. 
90.  12.  -!'^  and  an  invifible  point  no  doubt  would  it 
be  to  an  humane  eye  in  the  Harry  Heaven,  tho  it 
probably  contains  above  Ten  Thousand  Millions  of 
cubic  German  leagues,  ^j^  as  fonie  other  Philofo- 
phy  is  call'd  in  Col.  2.  8.  ||||  prefentem  docuit 
qu^libet  herba  Deum. 


(8) 

Majler  of  all  the  Arts  that  fliew  us  what 
Tis  from  each  Bad  unto  each  Good  to  goe ; 

To  all  his  Knowledge  laft  fubjoyning  that^  4— 
All  that  I  know  is^  that  I  nothing  know. 

For  TEMPERANCE,  he  liv'd  upon  it,  hee 
Like  Hooper  fpar  d  much  in  his  diet^  more 

In  Hfpeech^  but  moft  in  Time  \   the  hateful  Three 
II  Fly-gods  o'  th'  world  mean  v/hile  he  car'd  not  for. 

To  Meat  a  *  Daniel;  and  a  Rechabite^ 

To  Drink  ;   like  a  J(?/;;z  5^/)///?  f  in  his  Rayment ; 

His  Jleep,  like  David.,  \  robbing  in  the  Night ; 
Still  putting  Nature  off  with  fcanty  payment. 

Abjiemious  in  all  things  at  fuch  a  rate. 

Some  (like  Eli%a  — {-  in  her  Brothers  eyes. 

Him  Brother  Temp'-rance  could  denominate. 
And  Jujiice  cauf'd  what  e'er  lookt  otherwife. 

For  PATIENCE  whole  beds  and  loads  of  it 
In  his  foul  flourifht.     What  Affliction  meant 

He  felt  as  much  as  moft  do  talk^  and  yet 

Groans  might  from  him,  but  Grumbles  *  ||  ne're 

(be  fent. 

-1—  Socrates  his  Hoc  tantum  fcio,  me  nihil  fcire.  ||  the 
Pleafures,  and  Profits  dif  Honours  of  the  world,  be- 
come the  3  Belzebubs  of  it,  according  to  the  Diftich 
Ambitiofus  honos  et  opes  et   fiz-da   voluptas, 

Haz  tria  pro  trino  Numine  mundus  habet. 
"^Dan.  I.  12.  ^Jer.  35.  6.  f  Mat.  3.  4.  !^  Pfa. 
119.  62.  ->i-  K.  Edzv.  vi.  iy/"'d'  to  call  the  Princefs 
Elizabeth,  his  Sifter  Temperance.  *  ||  /^  '^as  the 
fentence  of  a  great  Saint  under  great  pain,  I  groan 
but  do  not  grumble. 


(9) 

And  under  Provocation^  't  was  a  care 

By  him  maintaind  to  fmile  Affronts  away. 

Not  fireing  when  meer  Cock-boats  landed  are; 
Seldom  decoy'd  from  his  mild  Tea^  or  Nay. 

No  Brother  of  "^  Achilles ;  like  unto 

The  Upper  Regions  free  from  Tempefts ;    full 

Of  the  doves  temper  :  Able  for  to  go 
Over  an  Alphabet^  *\  tho  Anger  pull. 

His  GODLINESSy?^^r'^  ||  all  his  motions  ftill : 
God  had  his  thrice-hot  f  love^  his  life,  his  Whole 

Gods  Honour  was  his  End^  and  in  the  Will 
Of  God  he  moulded  ^  his  renewed  foul. 

His  fev'rall  Turns  on  a  Religious  threed 
He  fought  to  ftring  :   fixing  that  Motto  on 

What  fignal  he  in  both  his  Callings  did, 

With  much  devotion,  Lord  -^  for  thee  alone. 

How 

*  whom  Homer  fo  often  reprefents  in  fumes. 
^  as  was  wont  to  do  the  Renowned  Roman  Empe- 
rour.  II  allufion  to  Sola  fit  humane  pietas  cyno- 
fura  carina,  f  Amo  te,  Domine,  plufquam  meos, 
plufquam  mea,  plufquam  me.  Bern.  \.  all.  to 
Rom.  6.  17.  gr.  •\~  as  he.  Propter  te.  Do- 
mine,  propter  te. 


(10) 

How  yames-like  were  his  ||  Pray'rs^  how  did  the  word 
Of  Life,  his  heart  Chrijis  ^[  Library  affect  ! 

What  God-ward  flames  did  his  pure  *  mind  afford, 
Of  any  Ordinance  dreading  a  Neglect ! 

BROTHERLY-KINDNESS  did  procure  the 

[^Law 

Of  Kindnefs  in  his  f  lips^  a  Denifon 
Of  Philadelphia  [<?]  in  him  we  faw  ; 

Heir  to  the  foul  of  the  Apoftle  [h]   John. 

A  Zuinglian  entire  that  ever  faid  [r] 

Let  me  fee  Chrift  in  any  one.,  I  Jhall 
Him  with  both  Armes  embrace.     Whatever  made 

Dijiinctions.,  this  with  him  removed  all. 

And  CHARITY  in  him  warm  Beams  extended 

To  all  the  Race  of  Man ;   Philanthropy 
Him  like  a  Jhaddow  everywhere  attended ; 
COLLINS  made  up  of  Love.,  we  uf'd  to  cry. 

An 
II  of  whom  Ecclefiajlical  Hijlory  relates,  that  his  hard- 
ened knees  wore  the  Badges  of  his  hard  prayers. 
^  as  Jerome  remarkt  of  his  friend  Nepotian.  *  Ani- 
ma  jujli  Caslum  eft.  ■\  prov.  31.  26.  [a]  which  name 
fignifies  brotherly  love.  [b]  Heb.  13.  i.  gr. 
\f\  of  whom  tis  faid  that  when  through  age  he  could 
do  no  more,  he  would  give  that  ftport  Lefon  for  a  long 
Sermon  to  his  congregation,  my  Children,  love  one 
another.  \_(~\  ^  favory  fpeech  recorded  of  the  famous 
Zuinglius. 


(■■) 

An  Injury  feldom  refenting  more 

Than  Cranmer  or  the  Martyrologer  * 

Who  urn^d  his  Ajhes^  of  whom  tis  notour, 

Of  good^for  ill^  Turns  from  thern  fure  you  were. 


In  fine,  as  the  T[  Philofopher  did  give 
His  friend  tlAwxcc^  fuppofe  a  Cato's  eye 

On  you^  and  fo  be  wife  \   when  I  would  live 
Uprightly,  I'd  imagine  COLLINS  by. 

Thus  was  he  for  a  Chrifiian^  and  thus  he 
With  Converfation  Ughtned^  every  Deed 

Of  his  in  print  a  Sermon  yeeldeth  mee  ;  || 
But  now  what  as  a  Minijier  you'l  heed. 

Methinks  I  fee  how  fraught  the  Pulpit  was 
Of  Grace,  of  Gravity,  of  Wifdom,  when 

With  moft  harmonious  notes  a  Barnabas 
He  now  was,  and  a  Boanerges  then  : 


How  deep  his  Sermons  were,  where  Elephants 
Might  take  content,  and  yet  withal  how  plain, 

Suited  unto  the  leather  Dublefs  Wants. 
All  in  a  near  unimitable  Strain : 

What 


*  Holy  Mr.   Fox.      ^  Seneca. 
II  Ille    pius    paftor,    quo    non    preftantior    unus. 
Qui    faciendo   docet,    qu^    facienda    docet. 


(12) 
What  undajht  f  wine  he  gave  me  :  what  a  Zeal 

For  me  confum'd  him  :   how  material 
He  was  in  Difpenfations  aim'd  to  heal 

Diftempers  in  me,  yet  how  Spiritual'. 

He  like  an  Ox  *  was  alwaies  labouring 
To  feed  me,  but  he  like  an  Eagle  *  too 

Did  foar  to  Pifgah'-s  Top,  from  thence  to  bring 
Celeftial  Vijions  pore-blind  us  unto. 

One  is  a  Doctor  moft  ^  Invincible 

Another  moft  4—  Profound.^  a  Third  is  counted 
A  Subtil  -H-  one  ;   (Scholaftic  Records  tell) 

A  Fourth  ^  Angelical  by  none  furmounted : 


COLLINS  was  all  of  this.     The  noble  j :  !    Thre 
Geneva  Crowns,  enlightning  Calvin^  and 

The  thundring  Far e I  '^om'- A  aufpiciouflie 

With  fhouring  Viret^  here  in  one  did  ftand. 


For  Memory  almoft  a  Seneca^  \\  \\ 

For  'Judgment  and  Fancy  inferior 
To  few  :   in  Learning  rich,  and  ev'ry  way 

He  was  2i  furnijht  Gofpel-Orator. 

How 


f  all.  to  2.  Cor.  2.  17.  gr.  **  all.  to  thofe  2  creatures 
in  Rev,  4.  7.  whereof  by  the  former  fame  will  have  the 
Pastor,  b"  by  the  latter  the  Teacher  of  a  Church  to 
he  meant.  ^  fo  Alexander  Hales.  n—  fo  Bradwar- 
dine.  — 1-  fo  Scotus.  ^  fo  Aquinas.  !  :  j  thus  dis- 
tinguijhed  in  an  Epigram  of  Beza'j  ||  {|  whofe 
tenacious    Memory    is    to    all   Ages    memorable. 


(i3) 
How  many  *  Lydian-hezrts  reputed  him 

A  II  Claviger^  by  him  unlockt  ?     To  us 
For  Light  giv,n  to  our  Houfe  how  much  Efteem 

He  had  as  an  \.  Occolampadius ! 

To  fave  poor  me  and  mine,  Oh  )\o-w  fevere  f 
His  Labours  were  !   how  lafting  his  Renown 

Muft  to  my  Offspring  be,  Once  (faying)  were 
Doves  eyes  within  the  Locks  of  4—  Middletown  ! 

My  Neighbourhood  fliar'd  with  me  too  ;  he  gave 
Some  Spirit  unto  them  :   and  then  his  — <-  Haven 

He  chofe  :  So  on  the  Day  ||  *  we  uf'd  to  have 
Heaven  from  him^  from  us  he  flew  to  Heaven. 

The  Age  of  Perkins  ^^  juft  attaind,  he  thought 

It  time  to  follow  him.      But  Why  fo  faff  f" 
The  caufe  you  know  that  oi  fuch  things  is  brought 
Belong'd  to  him,  he  only  grew  too  faff .  ^ 

More 


*  all.  to  Act.  1 5.  14.  II  ^»  excelle?it  Divine,  the 
Englijh  of  whofe  Name  feems  to  be  Key-carrier : 
\.  another,  whofe  Name  in  likelyhood  was  Houfe- 
Lamp.  f  obferving  the  Motto  of  the  Emperour  Se- 
verus,  which  was  LABOREMUS.  -h-  all.  to  Cant. 
4.  I.  where  by  thofe  exprejjions  fojne  under f and 
Chriftian  Teachers  furrounded  with  their  believ- 
ing Hearers.  —^  One  of  his  lafi  Services  was  that 
he  afjifted  in  a  Day  of  Prayer  at  New-Haven,  im- 
mediately on  which  he  fickned.  ||  *  He  died  on  a  Sab- 
bath Day  about  the  beginning  of  the  Morning  Ex- 
ercife.      ^  about  44. 

^  Immodicis  hrevis  efi  <etas  et  rara  fenectus. 
B 


(14) 
More  would  I  fay  but  Heart-corroding  Anguijh 

Layes  that  check  on  me,  you  have  loji  him  now. 
Broken  with  thy  big  Lofs  dear  Friend,  I  languifh : 

Hence  would  my  Tears  more  than  my  River  flow. 

Now  in  Micaiahs  Trance  *  I  feem  to  fee 

For  Food  on  mountains,  wandring  Shepherdlefs, 

And  Shiftlefs  rambling,  what  belongs  to  me. 
Waft  Park  of  mine  that  now  no  Keeper  has  ! 

Lord^  is  my  Night  come  fliall  Impenitent 
Tranfgreflburs  now  continue  yor"     Shall  it 

Upon  my  Meeting- Houfe^  while  men  repent, 

This  and  that  man  born  here  ||  no  more  be  writ  ? 

Shall  a  forfaken  now  Society 

Without  its  Head^  its  Hearty  its  Eyes  remain  f 
And  like  Ifaiah's,  woful  Vineyard  ly  {a^ 

With  with'ring  Grapes  abandoned  by  the  Rain  ? 


O  Ghaftly  Omens  !  if  Paraus  dy 

Let  Heidleberge  look  to't.      If  Aujlin  go 

Let  Hippo  tremble.      If  Elijha  fly  (^) 
After  his  Mafter,  next  year  brings  a  wo 


*  I.  King.  22.  17.  II  allujion  to  Pfal.  87.  5. 
[a]     all.     to    Ifai.     5.       [b]     2.    King.    15.     20. 

*  Tis  one  of  the  Jewijb  Oracles,  Quando  Lumi- 
naria  patiuntur  Eclipjin,  malum  eft  iignum 
mundo. 


(15) 

I  fear  of  both  forts  now  [r]  Mortalities^ 
Of  Famines  too  I  fear  the  \d~\  worft,  I  fear 

The  Gallop  of  no  lefs  Calamities 

Then  can  be  wrap'd  in  a  pale  Comets  Hair. 


Amidft  thefe  hideous  Frights  perplext,  I  mourn 
With  Incohcsrent  Throbs  you  fee.     Now  tell  me 

Whether  it  be  not  Ju/i  that  thus  forlorn 
I  here  bewail  this  that  has  late  befel  me. 

SHE  faid;  Her  heavy  words  were  hardly  out 
When,  as  one  planet-Jiruck^  3.  doleful  (hout 
Of  the  furviving  COLLINSes  detaind 
Me  from  Replies  to  what  had  been  complain'd. 
To  fill  the  Stage  there  feem'd  to  throng  a  croud 
Of  his  Relations  to  us.      Firft  aloud 
His  Aged  Parents  with  drench'd  Hankerchiefs 
Saw  and  had  caufe  thus  to  proclaim  their  Griefs : 

J  Son^  our  Staff  ^«^  ||  Stork;   (faid  they)  J  Son^ 
Our  Benjamin,  Alas^  muji  he  be  gone 
To  his  Long-Home  before  us  ?     Heaven  more 
May  now  be  Heaven  to  us  than  before. 

Farewel 


[c]  Some  have  obferved,  that  the  Death  of  a 
faithful  Minijler  in  a  place  where  he  hath  done 
God  much  fervice,  is  oft  attended  with  a  great 
Mortality"  among  other  perfons  in  that  place. 
/.  Collins.  Elijahs  Lamentation,  p.  1 8.  [d]  See  Amos 
8.  II.    \\  A  Bird  f am* d  for  its  regard  to  its  Dam. 


(i6) 

Farewel^  thou  world  of  *  Dirt  ;  we  meekly  zvait 
But  for  a  II  Call  too.     This  deplored  :   Straight 
His  Brethren  not  as  a  "f"  feholakhn 
But  as  a  ^  "Jonathan.^  bemoaned  him, 
With  this,  We  live  to  fee  the  Jofeph  die., 
Whom  we  thought  horn  for  our  Adverfity  ! 

His  Widdow  then,  (the  tender  Whiting  fwam 
Thro'  the  Black  -j—  fea  of  Death  to  us)  /  came 
(Said  She)  to  bear  a  part  with  you.      But  I 
Muft  in  deep  Silence  do't.      That  ev^ry  Sigh 

Of  mine O  that  it  Marbles  might  erect 

To  him,yor  lack  of -whom  I'-tn  thus  deject. 


And  then  his  Orphans.,  all  enfahled  add 

O  could  we  fay that  once  a  Father  had., 

A  Father  whofe  paternal  over  fight 

Did  make  us  over  happy.,  whofe  Delight 

Was  in  our  Welfare,  whofe  Behaviours 

Still  taught  us Mercy  !  what  a  Lofs  is  oiir's  ! 


In  this  Diftraction  mixing  once  again 
A  Confolation-cup ;    [yj    Thick  Mi/is  amain 
About  us  gathering  ;  a  Murmur  there 
Of  the  bleji  Shade  himfelf  we  then  might  hear. 

Fond 


*  One  of  the  moji  fplendid  Cities  wherein,  is  hence  ap- 
pojitely  term'd  Lutetia,  ||  Vitam  habentes  in  pati- 
entia.  Mortem  in  defiderio.  f  fee  Jer.  22.  17. 
\.  V.  z.  Sam.  I.  17.  H—  all.  to  the  Mare  mortuum. 
[f]  fuch  the  Jews  were  wont  to  have  at  their  Fune- 
rals, 


(.8) 

[keep 
FOND  Mortals^  wipe  your  eyes  (faid  he)  pray 
That  liquor  for  your  felves.      *  poor  Envy  'tis 
Which  prompts  your  Threnodies  for  me.      To  weep 
For  my  fake ^  is  but  to  Ignore  my  BHfs. 

0  what  a  world  of  Jmoke  of  duji  of  Folly 

Am  Ifayrd  \\  from  !      'Nofm  (hall  me  annoy, 
And  no  Temptation  more  to  be  unholy 

Shall  e'er  moleft  me  in  my  Majiers  JOT. 

1  have  my  Ragged  Mantle  dropt ;   I  have 

All  Vanity  and  all  Vexation  f 
Efcap'd,  my  Clay  fafe  kept  within  a  Grave 
Preferv^d  lies  for  the  Refurrection. 

No  Crofs  (g)  {hall  ever  gall  my  ftioulders  more, 
From  God^  correcting  my  diforders^  and 

No  Club  e^re  ftrike  me,  red  with  ancient  Gore, 
Still  by  each  Cain  (h)  retained  in  his  hand. 

I'm  got  within  the  Vail^  and  there  I  fee 

The  ever-glorious  Face  of  the  (i)  GOD-MAN; 

And  He  with  Tranfports  doth  convey  to  me 
As  much  of  GOD  as  entertain  I  can. 

I 


^  a//,  to  Luk.  23.  28.  II  all,  to  Phil.  i.  23.  where 
to  depart,  //  by  fame  tranjlated  to  loofe  Anchor. 
-}•  Mors  Beatitudinis  principium,  Laborum  meta, 
peremptoria  peccatorum,  Aug.  (g)  Chrijl  ^  his 
Crofs  part  at  Heavens  door,  for  there's  no  room  for 
CrofTes  in  Heaven.  Rutherf.  Epift.  (h)  Caini 
adhuc  clavus  Abelis  fanguine  rubens  ubique  circum- 
fertur.  Bucholtz.  (i)  The  Heaven  of  Heaven 
pourtray'd   in    Joh.    17.    24. 

[17  is  omitted  in  the  original.] 


(■9) 
I  Know^  I  Live^  I  Love-.,   But  how?  forbear 

To  be  inquifitive  :   It  can't  be  told 
To  you ;  No,  tho  you  all  (k)  Hebricians  were : 

Nor  czn  Jhell-vejfe Is  (I)  this  things  meaning  hold. 

I  find  befides  my  loving  Guardians  here, 

Here  the  Good  Angels  that  convey'd  me  thro' 

The  Divel-haunted-Dungeon-y/^/«(?/^/6^r^,  (m) 
To  mine  annex  their  Hallelujahs  do. 

Here,  me  the  Chorus  of  the  glorify'-d^ 

The  polijht  {n)Jlones^  now  in  the  Temple  plac,t 
The  twice  cloath'-d  (o)  Souls,  falute  on  ev'ry  fide  j 

I  fee  Nathaneel  (p)  here,  I  know  the  reft. 

Be  glad  that  I  am  here,  and  after  hye. 

Your  felves  with  diligence,  all  pojiing  hither, 

Precepts  and  Patterns  left,  my  Counfels  eye. 
And  Copyes^  (o  we  fhall  be  foon  together. 

Souls^  follow  me.      Anon  the  Stars^  the  Sands^ 
The  Atoms  of  the  Univerfe a  Scrol 

Like  Heaven  fill'd  with  Nines,  for  cypher  ftands, 
Compar'd  to  the  Long  joyes  \\  that  over  us  may 
roll. 

(k)  ^i/*d  in  the  language  which  bold  conjectures  think 
to  be  Heavens  Dialect.  (  1  )  all.  to  2.  cor.  4.  7.  gr. 
(m)  the  t  err  it  ores  whereto  the  apojiate  troops  of  Lucifer 
feem  to  be  confined,  from  eph.  2.  2.  (n)  all.  to  2.  cor.  5.  5 
(o)  all.  to  2.  ibid,  where  an  upper  garment  of  glory 
is  engaged  to  the  fouls  on  which  an  under  garment 
of  grace  is  wrought  with  the  Eternal  Spirits  Needle- 
work, (p)  V.  Joh.  I.  47.  (q)  a  thing  rationally  fung 
by  the  German  Swan  the  night  before  he  died.  ||  a  line 
purpofely  too  long  for  the  verfe,  but  too  Jhort  not' 
[original  illegible]  Jhaddow  of  ETERNITY, 


(20) 

A  PERIOD  this  puts  to  the  Tragady. 
He  vaniftit ;    They  retir'd  ;  confufed  / 
Now  quite  alojte^  have  nothing  elfe  to  do, 
But  to  pour  out  a  fhort  Hofannah  to 
The  Worlds  Almighty  GOVERNOUR  to  whom 
On  this  account  now  thefe  Petitions  come 

From  lifted  Hands^  and  bended  Knees 

Dread  Lord^ 
By  whom  vaji  Hojls  of  Beirgs  with  a  Word 
Are  made  and  movd :   Let  thy  much-hop' d  Salvation 
Shield  us^  like  Walls  from  much  f  ear' d  Defolation. 
O  Save  New-Englands  Churches;   Let  them  be 
Still  golden  Candlejlicks^  belov'-d  by  thee^ 
Still  Puritans  ;   Still  Iv'ry  Pallaces. 
Keep  up  the  Quickfet  Hedge  about  them ;   Pleaje 
To  keep  the  gladfome  Streams  of  them  alive. 
Save  Middletown,  and  caufe  the  Place  to  thrive 
Vnder  Fat  Clouds y?/7/,  and  that  Bochim  let 
By  thy  Provifion  be  a  Bethel  yet. 
Save  ev'ry  foul  that  reads  this  Elegy  ; 
Like  COLLINS  let  us  live,  like  COLLINS  dy. 
AMEN. 
Sic  mihi  contingat  vivere  ficque  mori. 

Sic  optat. 
Qui  longe  fequitur  veftigia  Temper  adorans. 
Qualis  vita,  ita 
FINIS. 


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